Lyrcanrolf

In a place of eternal dusk, where the sky is no longer blue, stygian walls of sable forts keep the night at bay.

A former bastion of knowledge, where weeping angels dance, lifeless in its depths.

A dormant stronghold, where forlorn ravens sing, dim-lit by the midnight hues, yet no stars stood.

An endless night, locked in twilight, and bound by the unseen moon.

A place where the fallen king resides... where he sleeps.

This is the story that he made.

Isn't that right... Nonary?

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First time writing here so uh, don't hold back on your opinions. English isn't my first language so I literally am nervous about posting this stuff. But eh, hopefully you like it?

No set schedule atm, though I'll always post at least 1-2 chapters a week? Maybe more, depending on whether I can drag my body to write.

P.S. This prolly won't get updated here. See either Royal Road, Scribblehub, or Tapas for the new chaps.

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Volume 1